• Animals,  Chickens

    A Little Brown Gift (and it isn’t what you might imagine)

    Yesterday’s blog post was my 100th posting.  I was wondering what kind of post I should write to celebrate, when my animal family took the decision right out of my hands… and put something else back into my daughter’s hands that was cause for celebration:

    Egg!

    I had just been reminding the girls (hens) that their egg-laying should commence in August, and since they didn’t have a calendar in their coop, what the date was.  This afternoon I stepped into their coop to fill their food dispenser, and saw the first egg!  So small and so perfect.  We aren’t sure whose egg it is, except that it doesn’t belong to Chickpea or Kakapo the Americaunas because they will lay blue and green eggs.  Our bet is on Evelyn because she was squawking a lot this week, and since she’s at the top of the pecking order, perhaps she felt that it was her duty to lay first and impress her beau Emerson.  Emerson is separated from the girls by chicken wire so that he may keep company, albeit frustrated company, with them.  We separated him just in time to not have fertile eggs!

    Kakapo wondering how to eat it

    So the egg is in the refrigerator, the nesting area is replete with straw, and we are eagerly awaiting more eggs. Miss Amelia was showing signs of being disturbed about something.  Passing the first egg would be quite uncomfortable, I’m sure.  As a mother of two, I’m actually positive about that.  Chickpea – who reminds me a bit of Meryl Streep playing Julia Child – was determined to kick all the straw off and bother her, so maybe tomorrow. What a great little brown gift!

    Kakapo and Miss Amelia looking at egg
  • Permaculture and Edible Forest Gardening Adventures

    Segregating the Rooster, or Building a Bachelor’s Quarters out of PVC

    Bachelor Pad

    If you’ve read my earlier chicken posts, you’ll know that we bought seven hen chicks, and one of them turned into a rooster.  Since we are vegetarians and animal activists (and just plain softies), I opted to try and keep him. I don’t want fertile eggs or chicks. So far the neighbors haven’t complained about the crowing and I kind of like it.  The store from whence he came said that they’d give a refund, but Emerson (the rooster) would end up as an employee’s dinner or in the dumpster.   Squawk!  I contacted my very amenable and patient vet Dr. Pyne about ‘fixing’ him, which I found out is what capons are (which was common practice up until fairly recently, and capons were often used to sit on eggs because they were calmer than the hens.  Hmmm.), but since the rooster’s, um, or-gans, are internal, this would be an involved surgery and we left it at that (he’s fixed feral cats for me, helped my tortoise, many dogs… I wish he could be my personal doctor because I’d get better treatment there!).

    Since E-Day (Egg Day) is coming up in August, when the six hens will be old enough to start laying, and since Emerson has become more aggressive with them, and since the chicken tractor is too small for that many chickens anyway, I decided to add on.  I am terrible at measuring things.  I do just as good a job eyeballing a length or walking a thing off and counting my foot lengths as I do with yardsticks or measuring tape.  I have an interesting set of curtains as proof of this. No matter how I try, and how clear-headed I am with the numbers, I get it wrong.  If I am to build a thing, I have to start with pre-measured lengths and not cut them. About fifteen years ago I built a very respectable movable chicken coop that way, using 2x4x8’s, a lot of chicken wire, screws and piano casters. I didn’t cut any wood.  However that had to be dismantled when we moved and I used the wood for other projects.

    Facinated Audience

    If something bends or stretches, now, hoo-boy that’s a whole ‘nother story!  I’m all over it!  So today my ever-patient and forgiving daughter and I stood out in the blazing sun for a good eight hours and glued together a chicken coop extension made of leftover 3/4 inch PVC water pipe!  My sketch, of course, was on the back of some unopened junk mail, but I only had to run to the hardware store once in the middle of the day for some extra fittings.  Much as I don’t want to contribute any more to the manufacturing of plastic, I had all this pipe leftover so I’m recycling.  The coop is a rectangle divided in half lengthwise with chicken wire, so half of it becomes a bachelor quarters for Emerson, and the other half an extended run for the hens.  They will access it through a hole cut into the wire on the side of their coop, and they can keep company with Emerson on two sides of the coop without being, um, disturbed.  Emerson isn’t going to be very happy about it, but we  certainly didn’t ask him to be a rooster, either!   In fact, he was the smallest and least-aggressive looking chick in the bunch.

    The door was made of 1/2 inch PVC

    PVC is fun to glue; it bends and is forgiving, and if it is a little off, on a project like this, it’s okay!  If anyone ever asked me what kind of fingernail polish I use, I’d have to say Red Hot Blue Glue.  Working with wire is another story. I believe that all  discontented former employees, people with grudges who believe that the world is either out to get them or owes them more than what they have, all work at poultry wire companies.  Rolls of wire are treacherous and evil.  When you uncoil the thin wire that binds each roll of tightly wound chicken wire (or any other, for that matter), the roll slips and tries to nip off your fingers.  The outer edge is raggedly folded under, and the cut ends poke out at angles so as to scratch you and draw blood no matter how careful you are.  As you reach the end of the roll it requires almost superhuman strength to unroll, and if you are working alone it will recoil with a snap that can take you up with it.  Any work with poultry wire, no matter how innocent, ends in several copiously bleeding scratches and possible loss of limb.

    Framed!

    By seven o’clock tonight, we’d finished his side enough to move him in.  My daughter went to catch him and boy did he put up a fuss, making all the girls panic.  You’d think we’d tortured him every day since his second day on earth instead of treating him as a pet.  Perhaps I should put a photo of a dumpster or a stewpot up in his quarters just to make him reconsider his behavior.

    Wire around all sides

    So tonight Emerson is separated.  The girls were very concerned and he looked confused, but they share a wall at night and can plainly see each other.  He has a roost near theirs, too.  We didn’t get the girl’s side attached yet, and we need more chicken wire for their roof (we wired a tarp over it temporarily).  I’ve also decided that I will put wire on the bottom as well.  The PVC is lightweight and I’m afraid of raccoons getting under it.  I could always put it on small wheels and make a chicken tractor out of it, or fill the entire thing with water to make it heavier!  Or not.

    I point out to my daughter constantly that other people are at the beach, or doing some typical summer activity, while we glue a coop, cob an oven, trim nails on our cat… all of which draw blood, come to think of it.  The chickens are laughing.

  • Birding,  Hiking,  Other Insects,  Travel

    Hiking Santa Ysabel Open Space Preserve

     

    Ancient god face in wood

     

    Today my daughter and my hiking buddy Alex spent almost five hours hiking a seven-mile trail in the stunning Santa Ysabel Preserve.  Alex and I hiked the Kanaka Loop trail before, taking less time, but today we stopped often for photographs of the abundant birds, insects, plants and incredible views.

    A small pine in the shadow of a fallen giant

    Managed by the County of San Diego Parks Dept., this open space preserve has two entrances.  The West Loop Trail, which is short and mostly easy, is off of Highway 79, and the main entrance and staging area is off of Farmer Road past Julian  (http://www.sdcounty.ca.gov/parks/openspace/Santa_Ysabel.html ) . Each entrance offers loop trails, and are connected by a portion of the Coast to Crest Trail.

    This preserve is the home of ancient oak riparian woodlands,

    Out of a storybook

    200-year-old sycamore groves,

     

    Two-hundred year-old sycamores

     

    stunning views of the mountains and hills west, with a glimpse of Palomar Observatory in the far distance

    The View towards Palomar Observatory

    and equally serene pastoral landscapes of mountain homes, apple orchards and rolling hills in the southeast.

    A beautiful valley of apple groves

    At this time of year the grasslands are pale gold, and ripples travel for acres in the very welcome warm breeze that kept this July day from being overwhelmingly hot.

    Rolling grasslands

    A new experience for us was to walk miles of trail while disturbing thousands of grasshoppers that flung themselves out of the way or took wing to avoid us.  It was like setting popcorn off as we walked, trying to not tread on any but also being hit by some misdirected fellows.  One took a ride on my pants for awhile until he began to investigate my pants pocket and I had to give him a boost to freedom.

    Grasshoppers

    It was a glorious day for birding; some of the birds we saw were flocks of Western bluebirds, kingbirds, a lark sparrow, a Lazuli bunting, ravens, chipping sparrows, goldfinches, bushtits, both spotted and California towhees, acorn and Nuttall’s woodpeckers, a Northern flicker, a Cooper’s hawk, an American kestrel, Western meadowlarks, brown-headed cowbirds, cliff swallows, Steller and scrub jays, Mountain chickadees, and many turkey families, their brood half-grown and comically awkward.  We saw bright red Large Milkweed Beetles on blooming Indian milkweed, a late blooming Summer lupine, and did I mention grasshoppers?  Thousands of grasshoppers. Almost the entire hike.  A pair of ravens sat in the tall grass to the side of the trail with their beaks open, catching them as they leaped, as did Western bluebirds and others.

    A hollow stump that looks like a TV set

    The Preserve is also home to cattle, and groups of the little ladies and their offspring dotted the landscape.  Many bad cow jokes ensued (they’re in a bad MOOd; you can’t HIDE from them, they are UTTERLY charming, we’ve got to HOOF it past them, let’s MOOve it along… well, you get the picture), and although they watched us warily, they gave us no problem and we spoke to them soothingly as we passed by.

    Lunch

    The Kanaka Loop Trail is easy up to the streambed crossing,

    Good run-off for July

    then it goes uphill in areas which are bare due to elevation and past fires, so there is little cover.  Many pines have sprouted up and their fragrance in the heat is intoxicating.  However twice during the trail up through the trees we smelled greasy french-fries, and have no idea what plant or combination of flowers created that scent.  It is an exceptionally beautiful trail and not difficult for the average hiker, but be sure to take a hat and lots of water, and a good attitude towards cows!

  • Animals,  Bees,  Birding,  Other Insects,  Permaculture and Edible Forest Gardening Adventures

    The Importance of Leaving a Mess

    Animal tunnels through a brush pile

    A clean yard is usually a pleasing sight.  Picking up loose boards, plywood, sticks and logs keeps people from tripping, is encouraged by the fire department to reduce fuel for fires, and makes for more room to walk.  Also, things live under debris and we’ve always been told to not poke our fingers into dark places (excellent advice!  If a giant stuck his huge finger into our bedroom window we’d try to hurt it to make it go away, too!), and by eliminating so-called debris we reduce the chance of bites by snakes, spiders, or whatever bitey things may be living in your part of the world.

    However, by reducing the debris, we also reduce habitat. Those bitey creatures need a place to live, as do the non-bitey creatures we are also displacing by removing wood.  All these creatures are part of the intensely woven food web that keeps our planet populated and working.  I cannot disagree about making your yard safe for children and pets, but if you have a space, make an area for habitat, too.  Rope off a corner of your yard and tell your children and pets not to go into there, and leave bundles of sticks, pieces of plywood, old logs, piles of leaves, etc. in that corner.  This is a home for the wild things, and your children can understand, observe and respect the fact that the world should not be made clean for them.  Teach your children not to hunt and catch wild things, not to tear apart nests and destroy habitat.  Observe and wonder instead.

    In my yard, especially since I’ve had some sheds removed (in which racoons, wasps and possums raised families… I’m hoping to make a new place for them), I have stacks of plywood and old buidling materials which are good for recycling back into projects around my house.  A junkheap, yes; a goldmine, yep.  Under these stacks I have found such wonderful creatures that I didn’t even know came into my yard (perhaps they didn’t until the wood was left out).

    The most exciting creature was a female Western pond turtle.

    Female Western Pond Turtle

    In Washington, the Western pond turtles are endangered, and they are considered threatened in Oregon and are becoming rare in California and Baja California.  Besides loss of habitat and an increase in pollution, one of the major factors in our native turtle’s slow demise is the release of non-native aggressive species such as the red-eared slider turtles.  Red-eared sliders are America’s favorite pet turtle although they are native to the Southern United States.  Due to releases they are everywhere.  DO NOT RELEASE YOUR PET INTO THE WILD!  As much harm has been done by and to domestic animals and wild animals by the releasing of pets as by habitat loss.  A number of years ago there was a salmonella scare allegedly traced to pet turtles. The public’s response was to dump their children’s turtles in any waterway close by.   Red-eared sliders have a distinctive red line by their eyes, and are named sliders because that family of semi-aquatic turtle can slide into the water quickly.  They are omnivorous, aggressive, adaptable and become large.  They eat anything that they can fit into their mouths, including the less aggressive smaller Western pond turtles.

    Females have flat plasterons; notice her left stumpy leg.

    Finding a female Western pond turtle in the yard was fantastic, and I can only surmise that she had made her way up from the shallow streambed below the property to hopefully lay eggs.  I haven’t found signs of a disturbed area yet where she may have layed, but am keeping the whole area protected just in case.

    Long tails

    She is missing one front foot, probably bitten off while a youngster when something was trying to eat her.  Before we knew she was a she, we thought of giving him a piratey name due to the missing foot and her semi-aquatic nature.  Captain Blood was too fierce, but the author of that and other swashbuckling tales which had been made into movies is Raphael Sabatini.  Now that is a terrific name.  Go ahead and say it to yourself.  See?  So he became Raphael Sabatini until we checked her plasteron (the underside of her shell) and realized that it was flat not concave, which meant that she was a female.  Males need concave plasterons so that when they are, um, amorous, they don’t fall off so easily.  So she became Mrs. Sabatini.  Long story… sorry.  Nothing simple in my life.  Anyway, we checked out Mrs. Sabatini’s health, and then released her into our small upper pond, which has an excess of mosquito fish and bugs, so that she wouldn’t be hurt with all the work that is being done down where she was found.  We haven’t seen her since, so hopefully she is healthy and happy.

    Good-bye Mrs. Sabatini!

     

    Under another piece of plywood I’ve found blue-tailed skinks (I couldn’t take a photo because they move too quickly), California Slender Salamanders,

    California Slender Salamander

    gopher snakes, king snakes,

    California Kingsnake

     

    and Pacific chorus frogs.

    In a brush pile there are many birds hopping through, especially California towhees, Western fence lizards,  alligator lizards, tree rats, mice and many other creatures.

    In the ground are insects that you’d never expect.  For instance while weeding one of my heirloom bulb beds I disturbed this huge caterpiller that had a horn tail.

    White-lined Sphinx Moth Caterpiller

    The only horn tails that I’m familiar with are the tomato hornworms, but this guy was far away from my veggie patch, and instead of stripes had spots.  We looked him up, and he is the caterpiller form of the White-Lined Sphinx Moth, also known as the hummingbird moth because of the way it hovers in front of night-blooming flowers to drink nectar.  It is one of the important nighttime pollinators which few ever see.  We put him back and left some weeds in for him.

    Of course mason bees, among other pollinators, use holes in wood in which to nest.  Some bumblebees nest in abandoned gopher holes, and they are the natural pollinators of many native North American plants such as blueberries (honeybees were imported from Europe with white settlers; until then native plants developed their flowers to attract and accomidate bumblebees, wasps, and hundreds of other native insects.)

    All around my property there are logs and brush piles, and plywood layed down to choke out weeds in my veggie garden.  Underneath there is a world of habitat.  Isolated refuges for animals and insects who desperately need places to feel safe.  So go ahead, throw down some mulch, some logs, a pile of sticks or some plywood.  Know that you are doing the Earth a favor.

  • Animals,  Gardening adventures,  Heirloom Plants,  Other Insects,  Permaculture and Edible Forest Gardening Adventures,  Photos

    Ladybugs

    Insect Egg Cluster on Parsnips

    My daughter’s eagle eyes spotted a cluster of insect eggs on the underside of our parsnip leaves.  Many moths and butterflies are laying their eggs right now, so seeing a little white pearl glued to the underside of a leaf isn’t strange.

    Unknown Butterfly Egg

    The parsnips in question are late in the garden; they’ve been in the ground for a while and don’t like the heat so they are stressed.  Just as we become sick when stressed, so do plants, and the parsnips are under attack by aphids and ants.  Ants feed off of the sticky excretions of the aphids, so they have become ranchers.  Ants cultivate herds of aphids on stressed plants, grooming them and collecting their, um, poo.  So trying to put that image out of your head, if you see a lot of ants on a plant, expect aphids to be there also.  Aphids have rasping, sucking mouthparts that they use to eat away at a plant and suck the vital juices out of it.  Sorry, there is another image that you probably don’t want.  How to get rid of aphids?  The natural way would be to make sure your plants aren’t stressed, and allow ladybugs to flourish in your garden.

    So what would you do if you saw THIS in your garden?

    Ladybug Larvae Eating Aphids

    Run screaming?  Hit it with a trowel?  Wait!  You shouldn’t do any of those things!  These are baby ladybugs!  Just as many children do not resemble the adult into which they will grow, ladybug larvae look like something that Godzilla might take on… if the larvae were the size of a house or something, which they aren’t.  Okay, I’m digressing here.

    Back to that cluster of eggs my daughter saw.  They were hatching ladybug larvae!

    Hatching Ladybug Egg Cluster

    I’ve never seen them that small before. Good news for the garden: rescue forces are being hatched!

    Ladybug Larvae Hatching

    Ladybug larvae eat more aphids than the adults do (just think of teenagers and refrigerators).  When they’ve grown as much as they can, they will transform in to the ladybugs that we all know and love (even though we sing a horrible song to them about leaving the garden to check on a false alarm about fire and their children.  And people complain about not being able to keep ladybugs in their yards!)

    Ladybug!

    So if you see a creepy bug on your plants, the sides of your house… anywhere… don’t squish him!  It may be part of the Ladybug Larvae Special Forces out to break up the illegal ant ranches in your garden!

  • Animals,  Goat Cheese,  Recipes,  Vegetarian

    Goat Milk Crumbly Cheese

    A friend of mine and her daughter have several goats and this year they began milking them.  Every day.  Twice a day.  Not without a struggle.  As they are lacto-ovo vegetarians as well, they don’t use that much milk.  However they have experimented with kefir and cheese.  Now they are experimenting with giving some milk away.

    I have been a lucky recipient of a quart of freshly milked, unpasteurized goat milk.  I intended to make cheese out of it, and in the heating for the cheese the milk would become pasteurized.

    Heat Slowly

    I’ve learned a little about making cheese, and I’d like to learn more.  What I made was an easy acid-based spreadable or crumbly cheese.  This requires lemon juice or vinegar added when the heated milk reaches 180 degrees F.

    Stir in Lemon Juice until Curds Form

    The milk immediately separates into curds and whey.

    Pour Curds and Whey into Cheesecloth

    This is poured through cheesecloth,

    Tie Cheese into Cheesecloth

    then all four corners tied and the cheese suspended over a pot or bowl to drain.

    Hang Cheesecloth Over Pot to Drain

    My result was like a dry cottage cheese.  I hung it longer than recommended, so perhaps too much moisture seeped away.  Then, before I combined it with seasonings, I put it into the refrigerator since I was busy with something else.  I think that hardened up the cheese as well.  The seasonings didn’t so much as combine with the cheese curds as they just mixed up with them.

    Mix Crumbly Cheese with Seasonings

    That worked out okay.  Instead of spreading the cheese on toast, I crumbled it into a vegetable and pasta dish for dinner and it was tasty, as well as a good extra source of protein, and just fun to eat because we had made it from the milk of goats we have met!

    Serve with Pasta and Vegetables

    A quart doesn’t make much cheese; in fact, it made about half a cup of crumbly cheese.

    The whey is a rich souce of nutrition, but is often thrown away.  With the acid added to it, it has an unpleasant flavor for drinking.  I used it, with the addition of more water, to boil the pasta for the meal, then after it cooled poured it on my outdoor plants.  You can use it to replace water in baking or feed it to your chickens… just don’t dump it down the sink!

    This recipe is for a quart of goat milk, which doesn’t produce much cheese.  Recipes I looked at all recommended a quarter cup of lemon juice, but the cheese curdled for me at no more than an eighth of a cup.  Maybe you’ll have different results.  You don’t have to hunt down a goatkeeper, either.  Goatmilk is sold in supermarkets.

    Crumbly Goat Milk Cheese
    Author: 
    Recipe type: Side Dish
    Prep time: 
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    Serves: ¼ cup
     
    Have a quart of goat milk? Make a little cheese with it!
    Ingredients
    • One quart fresh goat's milk
    • Up to ⅛th cup fresh lemon juice or vinegar
    • Seasonings such as half a garlic clove grated, thyme, Herbs du Provence, etc., and coarse salt
    Instructions
    1. Affix a cooking thermometer to the side of a medium saucepan.
    2. Add goat milk so that the thermometer is submersed in the liquid but not touching the bottom.
    3. Heat over medium heat until the temperature reaches 180 F.
    4. Remove pot from heat and gauge from side of pot.
    5. Stir in lemon juice or vinegar a teaspoon at a time until curds form. You'll know it when it happens! There will be curd and almost clear whey.
    6. Line a bowl with double layer cheesecloth.
    7. Pour contents of pot into cheesecloth.
    8. Tie corners of cheesecloth together over a wooden spoon and allow to hang over bowl or pot to drain.
    9. Drain cheese one hour or more. The longer you drain it, the more dry it will be.
    10. Remove cheese from cheesecloth and place in bowl with the seasonings of your choice. Sprinkle with coarse salt.
    11. Use crumbly cheese on top of hot pasta or vegetables.

     

  • Animals,  Chickens,  Permaculture and Edible Forest Gardening Adventures,  Photos

    Is She a He???

    Rooster in Disguise?

    Problems in Chicken Land!  Of the seven hens we’ve raised from chicks, one has played us false!  Or so my daughter (the birder) speculated upon her arrival home from college.  Our one Rhode Island Red, which is a larger breed so we chose the smallest chick in the batch, is showing signs of not being, shall we say, hennish.  First of all, she is large.  Really big feet.  Ever hear the Fats Waller song, Your Feets Too Big?  That applies here.  Most notably, though, are her tail feathers, which are starting to take on a more colorful life of their own.  They are a little longer and have some bluish-green hues in them that hens, well, just don’t care about.  She has become a bully to all the others, especially the largest Americauna, Chickpea.

    And I thought they were being hen pecked!

    I had attributed the temper to her being a redhead, but apparently there are other explanations. She is developing admirable wattles, which is something I don’t get to say to just anyone.  Also, she has very shiny neck feathers, and roosters have an oil gland they use to preen their feathers.  However, she hasn’t yet crowed, but Internet research tells us that some crow early, some late, some not at all.  Also, she hasn’t grown spurs yet, but the story is the same as the crowing.  One chicken site informed us that it was easy to sex Rhode Island Red chicks because the females have a black stripe on their heads.

    It seems like only yesterday....

    No stripe on this one, yet if it is so easy to sex them, why was this male in with the females at the store?  If indeed she is a male.

    Trying to blend in....

    So what if she is a he?  I don’t know yet.  My neighbors would have a fit if I had a crowing rooster in my yard.  Rural as it is here, there is a certain peacefulness that rolls across the land and a screaming bird just doesn’t fit in.  Also, I’m a lacto-ovo vegetarian.  I eat eggs, but not animals, so I don’t want fertile eggs or chicks.  Nor do I want my other girls harassed all the time.  However, I’ve raised this bird from a day old, and I don’t give over my responsibilities lightly.  The hens won’t begin to lay for a couple more months, so I have some time to consider.

    I wonder if my vet would fix a chicken?

     

    Here is the whole cast of characters:

    Emerson

    Emerson: if our speculation is in error, and she is not a he, but she is a she, then she can assume the name Emily.

    Blondie/Evelyn

    Blondie.  Not the most original name, but the song Heart of Glass comes to mind whenever I see her.  Blondie is Emerson’s chosen consort (another reason Emerson must be a male…. going for the blonds!) UPDATE: Blondie has been renamed Evelyn to move from music to fiction genres.  Emerson, Miss Amelia and Eveyln are all characters in Elizabeth Peter’s Amelia Peabody series.

    Lark
    Linnet

     

     

     

    Lark and Linnet: the youngest chickens by a few weeks, these Barred Rocks pair off and are quite smart.  Comparatively.  Lark is darker than Linnet.

     

    Miss Amelia

    Miss Amelia: the Silver Wyandotte.  Named after the intrepid heroine of Elizabeth Peters’s Amelia Peabody historical archeological mysteries.  She likes to sit on the highest perch.

    Kakapo (a New Zealand bird... she looks like one!)

    Kakapo: the lighter colored Americauna.  Her posture and neck feathers are much like the  New Zealand bird after which she is named.

    Chickpea

    Chickpea: the largest Americauna since the beginning, but the most picked upon.  Her coloring is dark where Kakapo’s is light.  She manages to hide under the others effectively.

    If it’s not one thing, it’s another!

     

     

  • Animals,  Gardening adventures,  Humor,  Ponds,  Travel,  Vegetables

    Until Next Week….

    I’m about to do the drive from Fallbrook, CA (in San Diego County) to Corvallis, OR again.  Almost exactly a thousand miles.  I’ll be back home in six days (I’ll be blogging as I go, though!).  However, the day before a trip I get a little crazy.  I whip myself into a cleaning and organizing fury.  Part of it is that I like to come back to a clean house.  Part of it is that I have a lot of animals and I want to make sure that they are all as set up as possible with food, water and clean bedding, even though they’ll be taken care of on a daily basis while I’m gone.  Part of it is that I get a kick out of multi-tasking and coordinating, and I burn off a lot of pre-travel worry this way.  I shop and stock up on animal food, I do laundry, hauling wet sheets and rugs out to the clothes line and back in again. I cook, take out recyclables and trash, pack and blog. I soak and scrub cat and dog dishes, I sweep the walkway (why?  I don’t know.  It will be gunky by the time I get back), I clean out the last of the honey that is dripping from crushed comb and give the bucket to the bees to clean up.  (Straw on the bottom keeps the bees from becoming stuck in the honey and drowning.)

    Bees cleaning up honey

    I water everything. I wash the dogs and their bedding. I leave unnecessary notes.

    It is wise to keep out of my way on the day before a trip.

    Work will go on in the yard while I’m away.  I’ll tune in next week to find out the answers for….

    Will the lower pond be filled, and not look like green tea?

    Pond algae

    Will these palm trunks become a bridge?

    Bridge pilons

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

    Will these fancy new stairs made from cement chunks lead to something?

    New Steps

    Will the jasmine hedge still be blooming?

    Jasmine Hedge

     

     

     

     

     

    Will the giant sunflower ever look up?  Will the vining vegetables take over the property?

    Garden Growing

    Will whatever is eating the stairs leave any to walk on?

    Chewed Steps

     

    Will the subterranean irrigation lines be buried?

    Irrigation lines

     

    Will the kumquats ever get cuter? (Impossible.  Too fun a name, to say and to spell.  Go ahead, say it: “Kumquat, kumquat, kumquat.”  See?  Cute name for cute fruit.)

    Kumquats

     

     

     

     

    These and other questions will (in all probability) be answered next week.  Stay tuned for the answers… same bat time, same bat station.

     

  • Animals,  Humor,  Permaculture and Edible Forest Gardening Adventures,  Photos,  Ponds

    A Scream in the Pond

    I have a small lined pond in my front yard, created by my daughter and I a good five years ago or so.  It is a pond gone native, for the most part, and I like it that way.  The mysteries of what lives in those three feet of murky algae-laden water give me a shiver and excite my naturalist sense of curiosity (See post The Monster in the Pond of March 2nd).  Sometime earlier this year as I was walking past the stretch of green that was partially covered with newly unfolding waterlily pads, I was startled from my reverie (I’m always in reverie it seems, especially now that I’m wrestling with mid-life crisis!) by what sounded like a small scream and a splash.  I saw nothing.  Hmm.

    Young Pacific Chorus Frog

    During the most frigid, god-forsaken unpopular months of January and February, it seems as if every Pacific Chorus frog migrates from a forty-mile radius to mate in my small three-hundred gallon pond.  Every night the males attempt to out-sing each other with such buzzes and chirps that even I’m impressed and tempted to follow their siren song, if only it weren’t so cold out there! (Wimpy San Diegan, I know!)  Let their large ladies deal with them, I say.  Sometimes their song is so loud that it becomes one giant noise.  Often it drowns out whatever movie we might happen to be watching and we have to shine a flashlight out the window to startle them, catching them in flagranti as it were and quieting them for a short reprieve.

    Pacific Chorus Frogs Taking a Break from Singing

    However, none of them scream.  They sing.

    When walking past the pond a few weeks later it happened again.  A much louder scream and a splash.  At least I knew that whatever it was hadn’t been so frightened by my passage that it committed suicide the first time.   Then soon after my son came in from the front yard with a puzzled expression and said, “Something in the pond just screamed at me.”

    There is a lot of algae in the pond which blooms about the time the frogs are mating, so I leave the frothy green bunches in place to protect the clear jelly sacks of spawn that cushion the frog eggs.  Therefore, not much visibility at any time in my pond.  Nope.

    Finally I saw the screaming thing as it flung itself from the flagstones into the water.  It was a large frog, much larger than the Pacific Chorus Frogs.  Uh-oh.

    When at breakfast I saw it sitting on the flagstone walkway around the pond through my bay window, my heart sank.  It was a bullfrog.  The glistening, beautiful green gigantic (for around here) frog sat there for awhile, then leaped into the undergrowth of my columbines.

    Bullfrog about to go hunting through columbines

    American bullfrogs (Rana catesbeiana) are what you think of when and if you ever think of frogs.  They can become huge.  People farm them to eat their legs and back meat (oh ick!).  Little American boys are supposed to spend their idle childhood summers wading through creeks  (pro: criks) catching them and tickling their stomachs.  I think they are a gorgeous and wonderful creature.

    Except.  Except that bullfrogs are not native to the Western states and they eat anything that they can shove into their mouths, including snakes, birds, rodents, other bullfrogs….  They are partially responsible, along with the red-eared slider turtles (America’s favorite pet turtle which was dumped wholesale into lakes and streams after the salmonella scare some twenty-five years ago and took over the waterways) and polluted water for endangering our native cute little Western pond turtles.  So having this great screaming mouth eating down my mosquito fish, my Pacific Chorus frogs and their young, and everything else in the yard, is not good news in my book.  Then my son noticed a second, smaller one.  A male.  Oh no!

    Uh-oh. There's a male bullfrog, too!

    How to catch a bullfrog?  I brought out an old cat litter bucket and a fish net and left them handy.  We’d see the frog’s nose clearing the water, but by the time we’d go out there he would be long gone.  Being very busy I didn’t have the opportunity to sit, net in hand, for hours waiting for my screaming frog to appear.  (Hey, wait, shouldn’t that be ‘handsome prince’ instead of screaming frog? I get everything wrong!).

    A few days ago on a sunny afternoon I was surveying the weeds in my garden, trying to burn them into cinders with my eyes without success.  I walked along the pathway by the pond that was now almost completely overrun with peppermint, lazy stalks of columbine, the all-too vigorous Mexican primrose and the definately healthy weeds.  I surveyed the back half of my garden making plans about weeding that had to be carefully done since many of the nasty little beggers were coming up in my heirloom bulb beds and their stalks looked almost identical.

    Big Mama

    Wandering back I stepped through the overgrown columbine that hid the path when suddenly something big and shiny and screaming came flying up towards my knees from right under my foot.  I also screamed and jumped.  A second scream and leap to my left alerted me to the very large, very green bullfrog panting and staring at me with much the same expression that I must have been wearing as I stood staring and panting back. Even in my surprised state I realized that this might be my chance.  Of course, the bucket was all the way over by the gate.  I made a lunge for the frog but she evaded me.  I managed to keep her from jumping into the pond and she disappeared under some weeds and mint by the bird bath.  I squatted down and held down the grass hoping to contain her.  I yelled for my son, but he was out of earshot.  I started laughing, which I do so often in my life when I find myself in unusual circumstances. Come to think of it, I laugh pretty regularly.  Maybe too regularly.  Regaining control of the slight hysteria and my breathing, I slowly lifted up the grass… but she was gone.  I knew she hadn’t jumped into the pond.  She must have made her way along the sides of the flagstones.  I made a plan.  Quietly I stood and tip-toed around the back of the pond and around the end, making my way back toward the gate and the bucket with the fish net.  Everything was still and I made no noise as I crept along.  Just as I made it halfway past the pond, there were two almightly screams in close succession, two jumps and a splash.  Fortunately it was the bullfrog who landed in the pond, not me.  Shaking slightly with a trace of that hysterical laughter, I went inside to have a calming cuppa tea, and to give the lady frog time to settle her nerves as well.  All that screaming had been a very girlie experience for both of us.

  • Animals,  Bees,  Permaculture and Edible Forest Gardening Adventures,  Photos

    Honey Extraction by Crushing Comb

    Honey Harvest

    Commercial bee hives, and most backyard beekeepers, use Langstroth (American standard) hives with frames lined with pre-pressed wax comb.  This allows the bees to spend less time making wax and more time filling the hive with honey.  To harvest this honey, keepers usually take out the honey-filled frames, run a de-capping knife down either side to cut off the white beeswax caps, run a knife or comb rake down across the cells to start the honeyflow, then place the oozing frames into the extractor.  The extractor is closed, on some models it is heated, and then started.  The frames whirl around the inside, using circumfugal force to get the honey off of the comb.  The heated sides allows the honey to flow down through screens into a collection chamber.  The frames with their cells can then be re-used into the hive for several years before the wax needs to be replaced.  There are different scales of extractors, from a home-made one that holds two frames and is run with a drill motor, to large extractors that hold many frames and are heated so much that the honey runs like water.  Extractors don’t work very well with frames that don’t start with pre-pressed comb, or Top-Bar Hive frames because the comb is too brittle to be reused.

    There are a growing number of people who are not only pursuing organic beekeeping, but going to natural beekeeping.  What is the difference?  Organics don’t use pesticides to kill mites or treat the bees for various problems.  To kill mites, they dust powdered sugar over the frames filled with mite-laden bees.  The powdered sugar not only makes the mite’s sticky feet unable to stick, but also forces the bees to groom themselves more, which knocks the mites off and down through a bottom screen on the hive where they can be done away with.  Natural beekeepers allow the bees to take care of themselves, using as little interference as possible.  By observing what requirements the bees need to survive, by location of the hives and by not over-harvesting the honey, natural beekeepers are more in tune with their bees.  For instance, the pre-pressed cells on wax foundation is larger than the larvae cells that bees would normally make.  Varroa mites, a terrible scourge of bees, like the larger cells.  If bees are allowed to festoon and make their own smaller-celled comb, there are fewer mites because the mites reproduce better with larger cells.

    Naturally formed comb doesn’t work well in an extractor, so there are two things a beekeeper can do with it.  One is to cut it up and sell it as pure honeycomb.  The second is to crush it and allow the honey to drip through a mesh screen into a collection bucket.  The latter is the process that we do, since we don’t have a lot of hives. Even with one hive, this process is a long one and physically demanding.  As with all honey collection, it is best done on a warm day so that the honey will flow.

    Honey-filled frames awaiting crushing

    The following photos are from a honey harvest last summer from our hives, and also from a wild swarm that I put into a hive just a couple of weeks ago (see my blog post Moving Bees on May 5th).

    To crush comb, first we get our basic equipment.  You need a long flat pan with sides, a potato masher, a spatula and a knife.  You also need a clean food-grade bucket with a spigot on the bottom and a screen on the top and a lid.  You can buy these, and believe me they are worth the price.

    Empty bucket, screened top, and waiting comb

     

    If you don’t want to buy the bucket, you can always do what we did for our first honey extraction.  You put clean buckets on the ground between two chairs, over which is suspended a sturdy and steady pole such as a broom.  Once the comb is mashed, you put it either into layers of cheesecloth, or into cheap paint strainer bags sold anywhere paint is sold.  Then you suspend it over the buckets and let it drip.  If you squeeze it, the honey becomes darker.  The cons of this are that dust will settle in the open buckets, and the chance of knocking the broom down is always a threat.  Even on hot summer days, the dripping may take a week or more until almost all the honey is extracted.  That is why covered screened buckets with bottom spigots are so worth the little extra money.

    The Cheesecloth-Broom method!

    Cover the floor with newspapers, put some wet paper towels close by, put on some lively long-playing music and go to.

    Cutting the comb from the frames

    First, remove a frame of comb and cut out the cells into the crushing pan.  I stand the empty frames up on another pan which will catch the drips.  Using the potato masher… start mashing.

    Mashing the comb

    The goal is to crush the comb enough so that all the honey will drip out of it, taking pollen with it.  Since you won’t be heating the honey artificially, and will only be screening once, most of the pollen and all the good vitamins, minerals and anti-bacterial goodness will flow right through and not be destroyed or screened out.

    Cut comb laden with honey

    When that frame is thoroughly mashed, scrape it into the screen that is on top of your bucket… making certain that the spigot is tightly closed.  Then start with the next one.  This process will take some hours to do, even with two working on it.

    Dark, brittle comb from a wild hive

    When the strainer becomes full then you can give it gentle stirs with a soft spatula, so you don’t tear the screening, or if you have another bucket put a lid on the full one and move on.  Place full, lidded buckets in a warm area safe from ants where the sun can help with the warming and dripping process, without destroying the good stuff through heating.

    Screen full of mashed comb

    When your bucket fills up with honey, then its time to decant.  I use sterilized Mason jars with screw-on lids.  Just open the spigot and be ready for honey to flow.  Be ready to shut the spigot off quickly and wait for the inevitable drip.

    Drawing Honey

    Honey should be kept in a dark cabinet, not in the refrigerator.  It is naturally anti-bacterial, and has been used for centuries on wounds.  It will not mold.  It may crystallize, which is a reaction to the ambient temperature, since bees keep their hives  between 91 and 97 degrees F.  There is nothing wrong with crystallized honey; if you would like it liquid again, set the jar in a pan of hot water, or microwave it briefly. You even can get instruction on unclutterer on how to microwave specific foods like honey.

    Once you are done extracting, you can set all the equipment and pile of discarded crushed honeycomb (unless you have other plans for it) out in an ant-free place near your hive for the bees to clean up.

    The honey from our hive is very light in color and flavor, although it crystallizes within a couple of months (no problem there… it is also called creamed honey).  The honey from the swarm that was in the nursery containers was almost caramel-like in color and consistancy, and had a darker flavor.  Avocado honey is often dark, and there were many avocado trees in the area of the swarm.

    Differences in Honey

    Crushing may be time-consuming, and not practical if you have a lot of hives, but for those of us with a hive or two it is worth the time and effort to not heat our honey and let it drip.  Anything worthwhile is worth the time and effort it takes to do it.  Just always, always, always be sure to allow the bees to keep at least one whole full super of honey for themselves, rather than robbing their honey and substituting it with sugar syrup.  Hopefully you wouldn’t put soft drinks in your infant’s formula bottle, and neither should you give sugar -devoid of all the miraculous properties that honey has for the bee’s existance – as a substitute food for your bees. Bee a good bee parent.